He could only become a handyman in the sword washing room within the sect, becoming a swordslave, specializing in the maintenance of swords belonging to the sect's disciples and elders.,Lin Yun didn't hesitate, reaching out to take the sword. In an instant, his right hand was frozen a ghastly white.,Opposite him stood a man and a woman, both with extraordinary bearing and elegance. In terms of temperament, they formed a striking contrast to the person who had spoken first.。